The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1887-11-16
THE FATE OF ANARCHY.


Anarchists Parsons, Fischer, Engel,
aud Spies, the convicted Huymarket
murderers, have been throttled by the
law the selfsame law that they had
hoped to throttle. The scaHold. drop
fell at 1857 o'clock Friday. Louis
Lingg, the most blood thirsty devil OF
the lot, on Thursdsy committed sui
eide in bis cell by inserting candle
loaded with dynamite and fulminat
isg cap into his mouth and setting ii
of. His lower jaw was nearly all
blown off, and bis face horribly mutt
lated. He died in about five hours
afterward. How be concealed the ex
plosive no one knows, but it is sup
posed he had it in his hair. He sue.
ceeded in cheating the eallows, but the
country is rid Of him all the came.
More utter contempt of death was
probably never shown by any four
men. From the first moments of the
morning until the day closed upon
them they would not see shadow
either of ignominy or the hereafter.
The seven hours from dawn until the
four passed to eternity we're crowded
full with events stirring as a day Of
battle. Beginning with fat refusal
in the very teeth of death to accept
word of comfort from a reverend min.
lister of religion, one of their number,
Fischer, sang to the Jail and the world
the song of the French Revolution,
the famous Marseillaise. The voice of
Fischer seemed round aud full, but
quivering just triAe. The reporters
pressed close to the door of the cage,
and listened till the deep tones died
away into silence. The song lasted
full two minutes. Fischer continued
to make display of brsvado. Soon
after singing the Marseillaise. he spoke
20 Turnkey Stubbe in laughing way,
"When l get to heaven I'll put in a
good word for you"
BEGINNING OF The END.
Following close upon the decision of
Governor Oglesby that all but Fielden
and Schwsb must swing, (the latter's
sentences being commuted to impris'
onmeot for life) the deputies com.
menced at 1887 a. m, of Friday, Nov.
IL, distributing tickets to reporters
who were to watch the march to the
gallows. The greatest hustle and ex
citemeut prevailed 10 the Jail Office
but Spies, in his cell, continued writ
ing uninterruptedly, and the Others
remained equally nopchalaut notwith
standing the confusion that marked
the beginning of the end.
With seemingly not thought o.
the dread massacre at the Haymarket
they prepared for
THEIR MARCH TOWARD THE GALLONS
almost as if it were a pleasant holiday
excursion. Extraordinary as were tht
presanled at this moment, i
was not till the first man stepped ou
upon the gallows that the great eli
max came. The two hundred ant
more writers with nimble fingers wait
ing to spread the news to the farthes
bounds of the earth had almost to
man been gathered in the north cor
ridor of the Jail, There, for just q
hour, they we're imprisoned in front r
the dull red scaffold. Not many {
the 200 were present that did not s
uneasily upon his chair, thinking raj
idly of the coming doom of four fe
low creatures. or perhaps even NOR
of the vague possibility of the ia
and all within its walls being blow
to the blue sky by Anarchistic dynj
mite. The long hour was not ha
completed, when, in the jail's dista
south corridor, unseen aud uuheard
the maiu body of the reporters,
Sheriff MaIson, at 1923 "a. m. accor
panied by grim old Jailor Fnlz, I
manly looking Rev. DR.. Bolton, and
score Of stalwart deputies stepped
close to the door of August Spies ce
preparatory to
READING THE DEATH WARRANT
to the four condemned meu.
This service being performed tn
were each manacled and the VIII
shrouds were drawn over the cC
demned murderers.
THE MARCH TO THE GALLONS.
Forming in double file, each of
four Anarchists side by side with
deputy, were now headed east q
started for the gallows. A stop at
iron door Of the cages gave the fou